Date: Sat, 22 Mar 2003 22:36:26 -0500 From: eddie thebum Subject: Meeting Taylon Hi my name is Mattew I'm 13 and until recently I thought I was like everyone else. I mean until recently I thought I liked girls too. Until I met Taylon. Here is our story I hope you like it. What was it about him.... how could someone so crass and mean be so damned sexy to me. I really was confused and although I knew I was gay, at 13 I really wasn't sure about the whole sex thing that was still kind of scary to me. Taylon looked about 14 but I found out later he was actually a few months younger than me. He had mouse brown hair and what would be considered "Dow's eyes" dark and mysterious at 5' 3" he was like a god even his name made him sound wonderful and attractive. I wanted to get to know him more than just "on school terms" but how. What would be the link.... he was a sports man I was a thin red headed geek what in the world would he see in me? I had to try, I had to know. I worked out my plan. If it didn't work he would beat the hell out of me for sure...It seemed like a good thing go to gym class get picked for the opposing team and then while no one was watching hit him hard with the dodge ball. It all seemed to perfect what would he do what would I say if he did talk to me god my head was reeling. I sat down and went for my stash I had to calm down, I lit up and drew off the cigarette. AHHHHHHHHH! God that was it...I didn't care if I got caught or not I needed to unwind. I heard my mom call me to dinner and I knew if I didn't show within the next 60 seconds I would be in deep shit so I snubbed out my smoke and left my window open to allow it to air out and headed downstairs. I was greeted by the same ugly mean stares as always.... where were you what were you doing? Always the same no matter what. I could be at the table waiting on the dinner plates to be set out and still be in trouble.... my life sucked.... but that's another story. Well it was Monday and I was on pins and needles waiting on 4th period. I almost pissed myself when the bell rang and jumped from my chair and hit the door at a full run. The locker room was noisy as usual with 25 boys in various stages of undress. I went to my locker and started to put on my gym kit. There he was...beautiful as ever. I finished up my shoes and headed towards the door. I waited until I heard him coming out and then went on into the gymnasium. He trotted in with 2 other boys...also sportys and proceeded to pick sides for our dodge ball war. I aint very good at dodge ball but this was the only chance I had. I had to try to hit Taylon and make it count. WHAM! Damn it I was hit. Shit! I would have to wait out the rest of the game and try again I was determined to pay more attention to the rest of the team and not just the boy of my dreams. TWEEEEEE! Good time to go again. This time though I stayed alert and remained live for most of the game. I got the ball and proceeded to move across the floor to where he was standing. I aimed and POW! Right in the head. He went down and went down hard. I ran over to him as well as most of the class. I almost screamed when I saw him he was bleeding. Oh my god.... what had I done I had killed my future love my one and only dream.... Oh this was such a bad plan. The gym teacher yelled for someone to get a cold rag. I was in motion before it left his lips and back before he could finish. I laid the rag on his head and he opened his eyes. I was amazed at how dark his eyes were yet how they sparkled as he lay there looking up at nothing in particular. The teacher told me to grab his arm and help him up and together we took him back off the floor and into the training room. The teacher told me to stay with him till he got back with some ice and the nurse to see what we could do. I just nodded my head and made sure Taylon was propped and comfortable. I couldn't believe how bad I'd hit him I thought he's never going to talk to me now but then... he spoke. And I knew he was ok. He said only two words...."Nice Hit" and then his eyes were shut again. I was sitting there trying to think of something and watching him lying there unconscious when I noticed something. His gym shorts seemed to be getting tighter. I couldn't believe it he was getting a stiffy. Oh my God.....! Here I was in school after knocking out my one true love and now he was getting a stiffy lying on the table. I couldn't help myself I glared at it hoping for who-knows-what to happen when I suddenly heard the training room door open. In walked the coach and asked how he was I said no change and he went over to Taylon and felt his head. After checking his arms and legs and making sure there was no damage he asked me to stay with Taylon for the rest of the period.... hey who was I to argue he was a teacher and it got me out of math class. I sat there watching him and then his eyes opened.... he asked how long he'd been out and I told him about 45 minutes and that I was sorry for bonking him on the head with the ball. He smiled and said no worries and again "Good Hit" I asked how he felt and he said his head hurt and that he's sure he'll be ok...he moved his hands down to cover his lump and then just smiled and said that I had already seen it so what did it matter. I told him I hadn't noticed and he just got this sly smile on his face as if to tell me he knew better. He asked me my name and I confirmed what he thought it was...we chatted for a few moments and he asked me where I learned to throw like that. I told him it was a lucky shot. He then looked at me and asked if I could help him up and help get him dressed. I looked up at the clock and it was time to go home so I lifted him up and he reeled a little but he soon steadied and was sitting on his own. Now for the big test...could he stand? I grasped his shoulder and his lower arm and he stepped down off the table tentatively. At first I thought he'd surely fall his knees seemed to be made of rubber. But stand he did and we moved out of the training room and into the locker room and to his locker. He sat down and asked if I could remove his trainers so I knelt and started to untie them. Slipping off his shoes was harder than I thought it was like he had no strength to lift his legs to help so I was huffing pretty hard by the time I had the second one off. When I looked up my breath was quickly taken away he had taken off his shirt and was just sitting there with this dazed look on his face. I asked him if he was ok and for a moment he seemed far far away. I called his name again and he said he was sorry just thinking of something and then told me to help him up. I stood him up and when he reached for his shorts he nearly toppled over on me. I held him and he regained his balance. He asked me if I could help him...now I didn't mind for a minute helping with his shoes but what would this look like me helping him with his shorts. I mean if someone came in it would look like I was trying to who knows what with him. I protested but he was in no shape to bend over. I slowly moved to his back and started to pull down on his waistband. He breathing a little heavier and I wasn't sure but I swore I heard him sigh. I lowered his shorts and noticed he was wearing only a jockstrap. I started to breath heavy at this point and he leaned back on me I assume for support. I lowered his shorts to the floor and he lifted one foot and then the other so I could move them. I asked where his jeans were and he said he had to take off his jock and put on his boxers. God I couldn't I mean I did want to get to know him but not like this...Me standing behind Taylon him naked and me leaning against his back...my mind was a flurry of emotions and thoughts. But what was I supposed to do he needed help. I reached down and pulled down on his jock and slowly lowered it down his long legs. I saw how his butt cheeks had little dimples just above where they connected to his legs and how his back seemed to just gel with them. I was in wonderment and I felt myself starting to stiffen in my own shorts. I hoped he didn't feel it against his butt. I leaned over and got his boxers and told him to step back into them he nearly fell again and I nearly went with him this time...he giggled a little and I thought about how rude that was here I am helping him and he's giggling at us almost falling on out faces. He spoke and said perhaps I should try from the front. Now I was nervous I was poking out the front of my shorts and if I stepped in front of him he would see it. Oh man, I know this is it he'll see my tent and tell everyone I was boning up looking at him. My life was over. But we couldn't stay how we were. I slowly moved around and knelt down... OH MY GOD!!! He was hard and I almost fainted right there. He just looked at me a smiled and said sorry, he told me it does that all the time and he was trying to cover it up. Must have seen the look on my face and thought he'd freaked out. I held up his boxers and lifted his foot he stepped in and then finally got the other one in I lifted his boxers up his legs and then I let them go. I must have been staring because he giggled again and just reached down and pulled them over his bone and adjusted him self. Well we got his jeans on he did seem to get a little of his strength back he was now able to raise his legs at least. I leaned down and he put his foot out and I shoved his shoe on and tied it up. After getting his other shoe on we got his shirt on and was again sitting down. I just looked down at him and then he spoke. It took me a moment to figure out what he was talking about and then I realized I was still in my gym kit. We both started laughing and I started to get undressed. You know it's weird...I can undress in front of 20 other guys but right now I was so embarrassed to be getting undressed in front of Taylon. He was watching every move I made and that made me uneasy at best. I removed my shirt and was turning to take off my shorts when he spoke. He said since I was so nice and helped him out he should do the same. I must have been shaking because he told me to calm down and that it was cool. He then reached over and lifted my shirt off the rest of the way. He stood there and looked at me I asked him what was wrong and he smiled and said nothing was, that things were just perfect. I wasn't sure what he meant by that and he didn't reply. He then reached to my shorts and started to pull them down I quickly grabbed his hands and asked him to let me do it. He seemed almost hurt and backed off a little. I tried to explain that I was nervous and he did something then that surprised the hell out of me. He hugged me and said thanks for being so nice to him. Being nice to him...hell I was the one who caused all this. I noticed he was moving his hands lower and then they were on my shorts again. This time though, I didn't stop him he slowly pulled them down and I stepped out of them. He then held out my street shorts and I stepped into them as he was pulling them up his hand brushed across my dick and it involuntarily jumped he giggled again and told me not to worry and that it happens to everyone. Didn't make me feel any better about it. I finished getting my shorts on and then he told me to lift my arms and he pulled my shirt over my arms and then my head. I was dressed and knelt down to put on my shoes. He stopped me and had me sit down. Now he knelt and put one shoe on then the other, I don't tie mine I just slip them on and off. Once I was dressed we walked out of the locker room and into the hall. It was deserted so we made for the door.